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The gardens at school had become something of a refuge to Ibara ever since he had found himself blessed enough to attend U.A. What had started out as a small but never-the-less lovely plot of flowers the size of a classroom had grown into something close to a small botanical garden in both scope and variety, all due to the new gardening club’s careful guidance
So long as the club could maintain it then Nezu was willing to provide any requested flora, within reason of course. To prevent any arguments about what should and should-not be added, each club member could elect to manage their own section where they had total control if they so desired. Most didn’t, either offering to help someone else or collaborating with another, but Ibara took to the idea with gusto. From the start he envisioned creating something beautiful, but more than just small plots of carefully arranged flowers. He wanted to create a place that touched the soul, not just the senses. A place where once could retreat from the world’s woes, or simply just appreciate a piece of natural beauty. And Ibara could comfortably say that he had done just so.
Not alone, of course. Many members of the club were drawn to his idea and wished to assist him, and together they had created something wonderful. There was not too much sunlight, nor too much tree cover, carefully placed rocks to offer natural seating and tables in several clearings. Patches of flowers, mushroom, and natural flora left just enough space between them to create pathways without needing to dig up or replace the grass. All of it designed to appear as a natural section of wilderness that had been dutifully tended to rather than the artificial creation it was.
Ibara found himself regularly, whether to read, pray, study, or simply enjoy the garden, but coming by today, Sunday, was a constant. It was a well worn routine by now, preparing breakfast for the class, attending mass, and coming to care for the garden. Sometime he spent until lunch watering, other times spending his day tending to or replacing plants damaged by careless students, whatever was needed. Sunday may be a day for rest, but it never felt like work to Ibara.
With the plants watered and nothing in need of care, Ibara had found his favorite spot on the edge of his section and dug his bible from his satchel. At times, he wondered if this was even close to what Adam and Eve had known in Eden. A time without sin, when man only knew creating beauty in God’s realm, was this contentment all they had ever known. How could anyone choose to live a sinful life over this?
The thought wasn’t spared more than a brief moment before an odd sound drew his attention. It almost sounded like… slurping? Whatever it was, it was wet, only to stop for a moment while the silence was filled with what had to have been someone’s voice before whatever it was that could make such a sound resumed.
Shiozaki was no fool, and the thought of someone doing something ‘unbiblical’ in the space he and his peers worked so hard on made his anger briefly flare, but he restrained himself quickly. First, he had to know what was going on, it wouldn’t help anyone to assume. He rose, packing his bible away in his satchel, only to forget to latch it closed in his haste.
“I really don’t think we should be doing this out here.” Midoriya’s eyes darted around the loose tree cover spread around the clearing Jiro had all-but dragged him to. True, the gardens weren’t exactly busy at this time of day, and there was enough foliage that the only way they would be spotted was if someone entered the same immediate area, but that was still too high of a likelihood for his comfort. Not helped by the fact that he doubted Jiro would be able to keep an ear out for someone approaching once his attention was brought ‘elsewhere.’
“We’ll be fine.” Jiro insisted, leading Midoriya by the hand to a large tree that covered half the clearing in shade. “And don’t act like you’re not eager.” His eyes drifted down to the tent forming at his lover’s crotch, the colossal dick straining against his jeans. In the few weeks they had been together, Jiro had tried to find the limit to Midoriya’s sexual appetite, he really did, but much like his cock the man’s stamina was simply unreal. No matter how much he pushed himself, how long the marathons of animalistic breeding stretched, it always ended the same way. With Jiro having all his energy literally fucked out of him and Midoriya’s libido barely sated.
But still, he kept pushing himself. It was a labor he was very willing to undertake – how could he not when it meant getting to experience the brain-scorching bliss of submitting to Midoriya’s cock over, and over, and over again – but he couldn’t help but feel some guilt. Ever since their first night together, it was like a damn had been broken and a surge of sexual urges swept forth that Midoriya had previously lacked entirely, or at least not felt any more strongly than any recently-turned-young adult his age. He hid it well from the rest of the class, but Jiro knew. Even with constant breaks to relieve himself, either alone or with Jiro’s help, he had to constantly fight to hide erections or keep himself from getting lost to lustful daydreams in the middle of class.
In truth, Jiro doubted he would ever have the stamina to satisfy Midoriya no matter how hard he tried. Invariably, the idea of having other’s in the bedroom working together to finally calm the titanic shaft had entered his mind, and he found himself not entirely opposed to the thought. Romantically, he held no desire to ever share Midoriya’s affections, but the thought of him taking the proud Heroine’s-in-training of their class and turning them into drooling, moaning cock sleeves sparked a new kind of debauched flame in Jiro’s core. Better yet, find more “men” unworthy of the title and show them what a real man was, and more importantly, what one could do. All the while, Jiro would be by their side, whispering in their ear to throw away any pretense at dignity, pushing them to submit to their better and learn firsthand the pleasure that came from total submission. If he wasn’t enough to satisfy Midoriya on his own, then it only made sense to find others like himself. Whether they knew what they were or not.
Unknowing of just exactly what was going through Jiro’s head, Midoriya sighed as he pressed his back against the tree trunk and fished out his cock. Normally he liked to think he would put up a stronger resistance, wait until they had both gotten back to the dorms to slip back into their private rolls of master and utterly devoted slut, but his own needs had grown too strong for him to provide anything more than token resistance. It seemed that the more he and Jiro tried to find the limit to his sex drive, the more it grew. Whether another factor of whatever about One for All had turned his average penis into a third leg or just his own libido growing accustomed to being fed, it didn’t matter in the end. He craved sex on the daily to such a degree that it would leave even Mineta concerned, and he would take any chance to relieve that building urge where he could.
“Alright, fine.” He sighed before letting his length fall onto Jiro’s eager, waiting face. “If you’re so eager to wrap your whore throat around a real cock, I won’t stop you.” Throughout the many, many times the two had fucked, Midoriya always found himself slipping back into the role of the demanding, hung stud that took whatever pleasure he wanted and whenever he chose from his willful cockslut all too willing to provide it. From long nights spent together to just a quickie in the bathroom between classes, things just didn’t feel complete without the role-play. Although he doubted the arrangement really counted as “role-play” when Jiro objectively was a natural born cockslut that he used however and whenever he felt like it. “Now get to it.”
Following the short path towards the sound, Shiozaki’s unease grew the closer he drew towards it. There were definitely two people ahead, and the air was filled with moaning underneath the wet, sloppy noise that had caught his attention in the first place. Despite having stayed as far away from porn as he could, even he knew that nothing wholesome could be going on, and the thought incensed Ibara. He couldn’t just stand by and let the work of his friends be used as the backdrop for such sinful acts!
As he turned around the bend and got his first glimpse into the clearing, his righteous zeal evaporated in an instant. Ahead, leaning against a large oak was Midoriya Izuku, eyes closed to savor the feeling of Jiro Kyoku’s throat stretched around his shaft. He had heard the news of their relationship the same way he did most gossip, by simply existing around the proximity of Setsuna, and had felt conflicted. Ibara held nothing in particular against the punk, and being a Hero in training who had committed himself to protecting the innocent led him to believe Kyoku was at least a good, moral person deep down. Even so, he could never entirely look past the flippant attitude, the swearing, the fondness for a style that was more frequently seen among less scrupulous individuals. Midoriya though, he had nothing but respect for. His kindness, concern for others, the humble way he carried himself. Were he to make a habit attended mass, then Shiozaki wouldn’t hesitate to call him a model Christian. After first learning of their courtship, Ibara simply assumed that he had unfairly judged Jiro, that the living saint Midoriya was saw that good core and was drawn to it, and privately hoped that just maybe he would help sand down some of Jiro’s rougher edges.
The hope seemed foolish now as he watched said saint place a hand to Jiro’s head, slam it against his crotch, and slowly pull it away. Only to do it again, and again, and again. It had to be Jiro’s fault Midoriya was acting like this, Ibara thought to himself. ‘That… harlot has been corrupting him! Tempting him to indulge in such… sinful acts to satisfy his own lust! That has to be it, there’s no other way a man such as Midoriya would ever find himself doing such- OH MY LORD!’
Having had his fill of skullfucking the twink, Midoriya’s grip fell away from Jiro’s hair. Without it, Jiro pulled away to drag his tongue in circles around the tip and say… something. Ibara wasn’t sure what. His entire focus was forced to the absolute behemoth of a cock that jutted out from Midoriya’s crotch. It was something that could spark envy or lust just from the briefest glimpse, an appendage that forced him to wonder what it felt like to take it sinful thoughts into unwary minds. Far more impressive than Ibara’s pitiful modest member. ‘How… how could Jiro ever survive something like that going so far down his throat? It must hurt him just to try…’ And yet, there was sign of pain or discomfort in his actions, just pure, unadulterated lust. No, worship. Surely it couldn’t feel that good, having your throat stretched out and abused by such a massive, throbbing-
Ibara shook his head to bring himself back to his senses, realizing that he had spent quite some time simply standing there. Only Midoriya’s eyes staying closed and Jiro’s attention being entirely placed on the slab of cockflesh had kept him from being spotted out in the open, but that wouldn’t last. What would happen if, no, when Midoriya opened his eyes and saw him? Would they think he was some voyeuristic degenerate? Accuse him of being as unrepentant of a pervert as Mineta? Ibara backed away slowly, only stopping once he could no longer see the two and he could finally let out a sigh of relief. Still, he needed to do something about the two debasing the garden with their sinful acts. And yet… he couldn’t bring himself to simply storm forward and confront the two.
No, despite this momentary lapse Midoriya had been an exemplar for both of their classes. He didn’t deserve the embarrassment of being caught in so compromising a position. Better that Shiozaki simply… “stumble across” the two not long after they finish, chastise them, and help lead them back onto the proper path. ‘Yes, that seems best.’ Ibara thought. Now he just needed to wait for them to finish, and having personally tended to the entire grounds he knew just the best places to do so. Spots close by, hidden from view by those in the clearing while still offering a full view of any that were inside it. Just so that they couldn’t somehow slip by him, of course.
Jiro’s head bobbed the full length of Midoriya’s cock, working at a pace to bring his master to orgasm. After several weeks of constant, intense fucking every chance they could get, Jiro had learned the various unspoken signs of when Midoriya was close to release. The way his cock twitched against his tongue, the subtle, quiet pants, the sound of his balls swelling and cum churning, ready to be released and either fill the twink up or paint him white. By now, Jiro had enough experience taking Midoriya’s cock that he could swallow the entire load all while not wasting a single drop of cum. As the verdanette finally came close to the edge, Jiro pulled back to wrap his lips around the head, his jacks wrapping around the shaft to push Midoriya over it while his hands caressed the bloated orbs underneath. With a buck of his hips, rope after rope shot out into Jiro’s mouth who was ready and waiting to swallow all of it, savoring the bitter, salty taste as his mouth was coated in white. He must have came enough to fill up a soda can, Kyoku idly thought as he showed his pristine mouth to an approving Midoriya. Much like his appetite, the size of his loads had begun to increase, and there had yet to be even a single sign that Midoriya had ever come close to running dry while having his way with Jiro.
As he begun bobbing his head on the end of Midoriya’s cock once more, Jiro’s mind went to how he was going to keep up if he couldn’t even make the stud pause for a break. The thought naturally led him back to the idea of finding someone else to turn into a proper cock worshiping slut for Midoriya. Sure, he knew he could always look to the girls of his class and find several individuals more than ready to throw themselves at Midoriya, but it would be better if he found another like him. A pathetic excuse of a man just waiting for the right stud to come along and emasculate them so thoroughly, so utterly dominate them, that the only possible path left was total, complete, unfailing submission. All while he was there every step of the way, showing them their final, unavoidable fate. Nothing but a cock-worshiping, cum-addicted, whore.
It was just hotter if it was a guy.
But that was a tall ask, and Jiro knew it. What were the chances U.A. was full of repressed cock-hungry twinks just ripe to be bred and broken after all?
The sound of foliage being jostled suddenly drew Jiro’s attention, making him freeze on Midoriya’s cock with the head just past his lips. The sound stopped not soon after. Eventually, the pause in his ministrations made Midoriya glance at him confused, the sound too subtle for normal hearing to pickup. Jiro pretended as if he was simply taking a moment to prepare himself, and throated the entire length in one swift motion. If Midoriya thought they were in danger of being caught, things would end prematurely and he would have to wait a whole fifteen minutes to get back to the dorms and continue getting treated like no better than an onahole with a pulse. And that was fifteen minutes too many. It probably *was* just nothing after all. But still, by habit long since built in by years of Heroics training, Jiro extended his focus and honed his quirk on the source of the sound to verify for certain there was nothing.
It wasn’t, but Jiro was at least ready this time and didn’t lose pace while deepthroating Midoriya. It was a person no doubt, not doing anything save for the occasional stifled moan under their breath. One Kyoku knew well, a tiny, shy, mewl of need that he had made on many occasion. And while it may have just been his own hopes acting up, it sounded just enough on the masculine side for him to doubt it was a girl’s voice, but far from manly. Jiro brought his nose to Midoriya’s crotch and held it there as it he gave a silent prayer to whatever was listening for making it so that U.A. might just, in fact, be full of repressed cock-hungry twinks. Without warning, both jacks shot out to curve around the bush, wrap around their voyeur, and dragged out a startled Shiozaki with his arms tied to his side.
Ibara let out a sudden yelp as he was yanked out from his hiding place. He had been fantasizing wondering about how someone could be driven to give such lustful, abject reverence to anything but divinity, when without warning Jiro had dragged him into plain view. ‘How did he know I was there? How long has he known I was there?’ As Jiro pulled himself off Midoriya’s cock with a knowing look at Ibara, he knew at once there was no chance of claiming to have just stumbled on the pair in the act. “Sh-shiozaki!” Midoriya panicked before stifling a surprised moan as Jiro continued to stroke his cock.
“You know, I’ve got to say I’m surprised. Out of everyone I thought might’ve been hiding back there, I never would have put my money on you.”
Midoriya looked back to the new arrival. “What? Y-you were-”
Jiro cut his lover off, never taking his eyes off of Ibara. “Watching while you blew your load down my throat? Oh yeah.” He smirked as Ibara wilted in his hold. “You don’t have your dick out though. Giving yourself some ‘over the pants’ action then? Because I’m still pretty sure that’s a no-go according to the big man upstairs.”
“N-no… of course I wasn’t.” The protest came weakly, Ibara already dreading having to explain why he was actually there.
A low, throaty chuckle filled the air. “I believe you.” Jiro’s voice took on mock-quisitive tone. “But then, you had to be watching for some reason. Were you thinking about how good Midoriya must be feeling, having that long, thick cock of his fill my throat. Or…” After savoring the way Shiozaki fidgeted and stole nervous glances to what they both knew was his real focus, Jiro brought him closer to the spit-covered shaft, just a few inches of distance between it and his face while he stared cross-eyed at the tip. “Were you wondering what it feels like to take this absolute bitch-maker?.” Jiro leaned in to whisper into Ibara’s ear. “Because it feels so much better than you could ever imagine. It changes you. You won’t be able to live a day without his cock, and you won’t want to.” Ibara swallowed as his mouth began watering. It couldn’t be that good, he wanted to protest, but somehow couldn’t. Before he was even aware of it, his jaw loosened ever so slightly while some small, traitorous part of him kept him from closing it despite himself.
“I…” Ibara started before finding his voice. “I know what you’re doing, and I won’t be tempted by su… such…” He had to swallow again, his denial evaporating.
Midoriya, finally coming to something resembling clarity from the shock, interjected. “Jiro, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t charity supposed to be a virtue?” Kyoku said, wathcing as Ibara’s eyes followed the cockhead with every bob and twitch as his hands worked the full length. “If our little saint here is so desperate to know what it feels like to worship a real man’s cock, who am I to get in the way? Don’t try and tell me the thought of having two devoted sluts at your beck and call doesn’t do it for you.” Well… It did, he had to admit to himself, and if Jiro was so eager to see it happen, then… “I never said that.” He said with something closer to the tone he put on when the two were in private. “I was just curious where this sudden generosity came from. You’re always so… needy when it comes my cock.”
“Oh, believe me. There’s more than enough to share.” Now free to continue breaking Ibara’s resistance, Jiro leaned back close to his ear. “Well? He’s not going to cum from just staring at it. And believe me, you want to feel him fill your throat. The heat filling up your stomach, the taste of his cum, the way it nearly chokes you from how thick it is… nothing can ever compare.”
“I… I shouldn’t. It’s not right.” Distracted as he was, Ibara didn’t even realize he had just implied he did want every single image his mind was filled with to happen, but Jiro absolutely did.
“It’s okay if you’re scared. It’s hard to admit to yourself what exactly you want at first. Trust me, I know. But you don’t have to take him to the base all at once. It’s fine if you start small.” Ibara felt as a hand was placed on the back of his head, guiding him to close the last few inches. “Just one little lick.” Ibara could have said no. He could have shaken off the hand and demanded to be released. He could have used his quirk to do so himself. He could have even just simply closed his mouth. But he did none of those things. In that moment, all Ibara could think to do was extend his tongue, and lick.
He didn’t know what to expect. Utter revulsion overtaking him as he was snapped back to sanity? Being instantly thrown into a sinful, lust-driven frenzy? The Lord himself appearing to Ibara to let him know he would never know the Kingdom of Heaven now, not unless he repented for his sins? But nothing so grand happened. As his tongue left a small wet trail on the head of Midoriya’s cock, his mind focused on the faint taste new to him. It was salty, bitter, and pungent, even if it felt somewhat… hollow. Was this what cum actually tasted like? Or at least, what the traces of it left by Jiro’s own servicing tasted like? It wasn’t a terrible assault on the senses like Ibara had feared, but he didn’t know if he would call it good. Certainly not as good as Jiro had just made it out to be. Then again, this *was* just one, brief, taste.
Without thinking, Ibara leaned in for another, larger, sample. And another. And another. With each lick, his hesitation slowly burned away as he began to truly explore this sinful, new flavor, letting it coat his taste buds and fill every corner of his mouth. All the while, Jiro kept egging him on to go even further. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? And it seems like you found something you like.” He did, Ibara had to privately admit to himself. It wasn’t exactly pleasing, the way freshly-brewed tea or a hot meal was, but there was something almost alluring about it.
“Now, put your tongue against his balls.” Ibara complied without any resistance. “And lick all the way to the tip.” He did as much, feeling every throb and twitch of the cock against his tongue as he slowly dragged it up, until finally reaching the head where a bead of pre-cum had formed. Eagerly he lapped it up before screwing his eyes closed as his body shuddered. He was right in calling the little taste he had gotten hollow, as it was nothing compared to the single drop now on his tongue. It didn’t just tease his senses with something foreign and enticing, it spoke to a raw, primal urge in him. One that a deep part of Ibara instinctively knew was the urge to breed. Or rather, to be bred.
“I know.” Jiro smiled to himself as he watched Ibara take one step closer to realizing his purpose and prostrating himself before a real man. “And that’s just pre-cum. Not even the real thing.” The idea that there was still something even greater waiting for him that this was hard to even comprehend much less believe, but if it was true, then he knew why Jiro had given such reverence to mere flesh. Anything capable of producing such a wonder had to have been blessed by the almighty. “But you aren’t going to get that just by licking at his cock. You’ve got to work for it. And you do want it, don’t you?” That only made sense. Did the bible not speak about faith without works?
“Yes…” Ibara half-panted, leaning forward to feel the heat of Midoriya’s cock against his face. “God above, yes… I… I want it…”
He felt Jiro’s hand begin to pull him back. “Then open up.” Jiro didn’t even have time to finish, much less tell Ibara where to place his lips, before he lunged forward, freeing himself from Jiro’s grip while swallowing as much cockflesh as he could. Which admittedly wasn’t much. Seeing that Ibara didn’t need a guiding hand anymore, Jiro let it fall as while watching his new convert sputter and choke as he kept pressing forward despite the discomfort. “Easy, easy. It’s not going anywhere.” He chided with no real bite. Jiro understood the kind of need such a massive cock instilled in natural-born sluts like them. “And trust me, we’ve got all the time in the world.” With no small amount of reluctance Ibara pulled himself back, still keeping the cockhead in his mouth while his tongue circled around it. “You’re not going to be able to take it all right now, that’s fine. He had to force it down my throat, and I spent a long time practicing before that. Right now, just go as far down as you can, and work from there.”
Ibara was quick to do so, letting the strain of his jaw being stretched wide open fade to the back of his mind, of no more concern than getting sore knees after some time spent praying. Just something to be endured while focused on more important matters. He could only take a few inches before his throat protested, not even a fraction of the Midoriya’s length, and had he not just seen Jiro do so moments ago he would’ve doubted that anyone could have ever taken the whole thing. And yet, with every bob of his head it felt like he was able to take every-so-slightly more. “That’s it, that’s the form of a proper cocksucker. Just relax your throat, and let your body learn what it feels like to take him.”
His body was learning that quickly, his lips gradually finding their way down the shaft until Ibara could take just over a third of Midoriya’s cock at once. At that point however, he had finally found his limit. Any further and his throat began rejecting the intrusion no matter how hard he tried, sputtering and gagging as he tried to force himself further. A firm hand grabbed at the base of the vines that served as his hair before Midoriya pulled him free. “Easy now.” Jiro whispered as Midoriya rested his spit-covered length on Ibara’s face. “I told you, take your time. Worshiping this pulsing, throbbing…” Jiro couldn’t help but moan under his breath, “perfect fucking dick… it’s something you need to do right before you do it quick.” Ibara dumbly nodded, his mind lost in a haze as his one free eye stared up at Midoriya in reverence. Without even thinking of it, his hands rose on their own. One to stroke along Midoriya’s shaft near the base, the other fondling the fat, swollen balls underneath. Ibara couldn’t let his effort’s be wasted as he caught his breath.
“Well, he still seems plenty eager.” Midoriya said to Jiro, but kept his eyes firmly on Ibara. His thumb rubbed on the kneeling boy’s temple, as if holding a lover in a tender embrace instead of pressing Shizozaki’s face against his cock. Still, he came here expecting a cocksucker that knew what they were doing. He didn’t want to wait around for Shiozaki to finally get halfway decent. “Give him a little help getting the rest of the way now, and he’ll be more than able to deepthroat every inch later. Do you want that?” He asked Ibara this time, continuing before he could answer. “If you say yes, you’re going to learn how to take this cock like Kyoku. I won’t be stopping until I cum, no matter what.”
The idea sent Ibara’s heart racing as he stammered out a breathless “Y-yes…” As he pulled his cock off Ibara’s face and pointed it at an already open and waiting mouth, Midoriya gave a bark of short, cruel laughter as a tongue worked in circles around the tip. This slut really had no idea what he was getting into. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” In an instant, Ibara’s head was pulled down the entire length. His throat strained and convulsed while his bulging eyes looked up to find a cruel visage waiting for him. The saint he had known wasn’t with him any more, but a demon in his place. One that gave him just long enough to regret his choice before the real show began.
Choking and wet gurgles filled the air where bird songs once did as Midoriya dragged Ibara’s head up and down his cock. His grip was firm, solid, inescapable. Already regretting his decision, Ibara tired to place his hands against Midoriya’s thighs and did nothing more than hurt his arms. As they fell limp at his side, he already knew there was no way he could ever focus enough to do anything with his quirk. He was helpless, completely and utterly helpless. Off to the side, Jiro bit his lip as he watched Ibara’s panic, the realization that there was nothing he could do but to accept his role as a tool to get Midoriya off. It was even better than he had hoped. “That’s it.” He half spoke, half moaned. “Don’t bother fighting him. You can’t. You never could. Just accept it. That’s all you can do. All that utter failures of men like us can do. Let a real man fuck us, claim us, mark us, breed us.” There was a fervency in Jiro’s words that Ibara could never mistake, one that he had only ever heard before from pastor’s delivering empowered sermons or parishioners deepest prayers. Tearing his eyes from Midoriya and doing his best to look towards Jiro, the look on his face was all at once familiar and strange to Shiozaki. Somehow serene and zealous in equal measure, a disciple of a strange faith that was trying to make him it’s latest convert. A religion where submission was worship, sex was prayer, and it’s god was currently ravaging his throat.
“Oh don’t give me that look. You know it’s true.” Jiro spoke like a nun correcting a student on a matter of scripture, a patronizing tone filled with sheer confidence and certainty. “You wouldn’t have hidden away in the bushes watching us if it wasn’t.” As he spoke, Jiro undid Ibara’s belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled down his drawers as an inch and a half of painfully erect “cock” was exposed to open air. “I mean, did you really think you were ever going to satisfy a woman with… this?” Ibara’s face flushed and tears formed at the corners of his eyes, weather the greater cause was the lack of oxygen or the embarrassment he couldn’t say. “If you did, well… it’s a damn good thing you’re finally being shown your real purpose now.” Finally seeing the distress Ibara was in, Jiro leaned in to “comfort” him, glancing up at Midoriya as he did. “Because once you accept the fact you’re meant to serve a real.” Ibara’s face was forcibly slammed against Midoriya’s crotch, gagging on the length as his own drool splashed onto his face. “Fucking.” And again. “Man.” And again. “That’s when the real pleasure begins.” Even with the anguish that came with having the obelisk that was Midroya’s cock abuse his throat, Ibara’s own meager organ was erect despite it, a consequence of being exposed to open air he tried to convince himself.
As Midoriya resumed his usual pace of brutal skullfucking, Ibara had long since ceased any resistance. If Jiro had spoken any truth’s today, it was that he couldn’t do anything to stop Midoriya from using him however he wanted. From that small admission, a web of sinful, traitors thoughts spun. If Jiro was right about that, what else was he right about? He spoke with such conviction, such passion, such faith, that the thought of surrendering entirely, giving himself over to a life as another man’s thing to be used, and experiencing the joy of total submission began to poison his mind. Before long, he couldn’t tell where his own rouge thoughts ended and Jiro’s words began. He should have realized what a terrible mistake this all was the first moment he laid eyes on the pair together. There was no other way it could have ended, sinful temptations leading him into a damnation of his own making. ‘Oh lord.’ Ibara offered up a desperate prayer. ‘Please see me through this ordeal. Grant me mercy from this abuse. Just… just let him cum already!’
If salvation was coming, it wasn’t to be here soon. Ibara’s world had been reduced to nothing more than the cock filling his throat and the salacious words filling his ears. Time had lost any meaning, he only occupied this moment, this arousing painful, erotic emasculating, blissful hellish moment. Slowly, it dawned on him that this purgatory would not end if he merely waited for deliverance. Used to a partner far more skilled that him in these kinds of lewd acts, it would take far too long for Midoriya to finally reach climax. The longer it took, the more torment he would have to endure, the greater the chance of someone stumbling across the trio, the longer it would take before he could finally taste his cum be free of this nightmare. Trembling hands cupped and massaged the virile cum tanks that had been abusing his chin while Ibara did his best to service the cock above them. Sucking as hard as he could, the sounds of slurping replaced his strained gags while a mixture of his own spit and Midoriya’s precum flowed across the tongue pressed into the bottom of his jaw. After several moments, Ibara was almost able to lose himself and let the pain fade and let the intoxicating taste drown it out. He nearly had before Jiro’s whispers once again filled his ears.
“That’s more like it.” As he leaned in a jack trailed down to Ibara’s crotch and began circling the tip of his cockhead, giving the slut-to-be just enough pleasure to make his hips buck in desperation for more, before darting back only to repeat the cycle over and over. “If there’s no way out, you might as well embrace it. Own it. If all you’re good for is taking a real man’s cock, then you might as well be a perfect little cockwhore for the biggest, strongest, man with the biggest, thickest, cock.” Ibara cursed himself for nearly loosing himself to the sinful pleasures forced upon him once again. He wasn’t doing this to sate some sick desire hiding away in his soul, he was doing this to please Midoriya enough that he could finally cum. His own satisfaction was unimportant, secondary, incidental. All that mattered was Midoriya’s pleasure.
With renewed effort, Ibara did everything he could think of that might bring some modicum of pleasure to the man he was servicing. Tightening his throat around Midoriya’s cock, moving along with his hand, running his tongue along the underside of his shaft, even looking up to him with pleading, desperate eyes. Ibara’s every thought and effort was turned to how he could better serve, and now his effort’s would be rewarded.
“Shit…” Even as inexperienced as he was Ibara could recognize that the shallow breaths Midoriya was making meant he was close. “I can’t believe there wound up being two complete sluts desperate for a taste of a real dick at this school.” He was panting by now, a possessive tone entering his voice that Ibara had never heard in him before. “And they’re both! Fucking! Mine!”
At his final word, Midoriya dragged Ibara’s face to meet his crotch before letting a flood of cum into his stomach. The feeling of Midoriya’s cock spasming and twitching in his throat and the burning heat that filled his gut was almost overwhelming, a fitting reward for having survived such a trial. Then, Ibara finally got to taste the real reward. Midoriya pulled his shaft nearly free until only the head was still in Ibara’s mouth, filling it in a heartbeat. Cum spilled from the side’s of his mouth and coated his chest white as the bitter, pungent, utterly masculine taste finally drove Ibara over the edge. His body twitched and jerked as his own climax tore through him, thin, translucent streaks being lost in the grass. “Are you kidding me?” Jiro placed a hand on the back of Ibara’s head, pulling him off of Midoriya’s cock and letting the last few strands of his orgasm paint the new-born slut’s face. “If he cums in your mouth, you fucking swallow!” Jiro’s scolding didn’t reach Ibara, his jaw hung limp while cum oozed out over the corners of his mouth. The only signs he was still awake being his eyes drifting lazily over his surroundings. Jiro sighed, “I guess I can’t be too mad. No one’s ever prepared for their first time being put in their place. Still,” He angled Ibara’s face to meet his own. “If you’re just going to waste it, then you might as well share.”
Bringing their mouths to meet, Jiro’s tongue quickly began shoveling cum into his own empty orifice. He encountered no resistance, Ibara’s own tongue being battered and shoved aside as Jiro scrounged for every drop like an addict. As his two slut’s played together, Midoriya stood watching in silence, arousal at the sight sending his cock back to full mast while he took in no small amount of pride at being able to literally fuck these two into such a state. Before long, Jiro pulled away with a pop, began licking up the strands that covered Ibara’s features, swallowed, and opened his own mouth while angling Ibara’s open jaw for his master to see. Both completely clean. “Good job,” Jiro beamed at the praise. “Nice to see my new slut will be in good hands. Now, why don’t we seal the deal?”
As Jiro angled Ibara forward on his knees, pulling down his pants to expose his virgin hole, the movement finally dragged Ibara back to something close to lucidity. “Wh-what… what are you doing?”
“What do you think?” Jiro asked back. “He wants to break in this tight, virgin ass, so he’s going to. And you’re going to let him, because there’s nothing else you could do.” Ibara felt Jiro push between his shoulder blades, just barely managing to catch himself before meeting the grass face first. “It’s a little too late for second thoughts. After that taste, you won’t be able to last a week without his cock. Hell, not even a day. You’re his slut, no, his property now. You just don’t know it. But you will.” Something long, wet, and massive fell across Shiozaki’s back and sent a jolt up his spine, before it pulled back and placed itself at his rear, ready to deflower him. Ibara looked back, plea’s to stop and rebuke’s against their sin on the edge of his lips. Only to immediately die once he did. Somehow, Midoriya’s cock looked even bigger like this then when it was above him casting it’s shadow onto his face. Veins ran along the entire length, cross-crossing over each other as they carried blood that made the shaft twitch with every heartbeat. It couldn’t be natural, it just couldn’t. Whether out of fear or lust, Ibara hesitated for a moment. And that hesitation would seal his fate.
With one thrust, Midoroya hilted himself in Ibara with such force that the contents of his satchel were scattered across the ground in front of him. The scream he made as his virginity was taken scared nearby birds and sending them scattering into the air. It hurt. It hurt More than anything he had ever felt before. It still hurt as his rectum felt like it was being split apart by Midoriya’s trunk of a cock. So why was it that his cock had gone from limp to painfully erect and dribbling precum in an instant? “I told you.” Jiro’s whispers cut through the haze. “Do you think a real man would start leaking from taking it up the ass? Do you think a real man would blow his load from getting his throat fucked?” A single glance from Jiro was all Midoriya needed to start rutting into his new slut. Try as he might, Ibara was unable to stop his traitorous voice from filling the air with moans as the initial pain was replaced with a bliss that threatened to consume him entirely. “This is what a real man fucks like. A real, proper breeding stud takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Do you think you could ever fuck someone like this?” The only answers Jiro got were tear-soaked moans. Jiro leaned away before nodding to Midoriya, the latter’s hand blurring as it but through the air and leaving a stark outline on Ibara’s ass. As he screamed, Midoriya savored the feeling of an already tight no-longer-virgin hole constricting his cock even more. “Answer me slut!” Jiro shouted.
“Noooo!” Ibara’s response came in a drawn out whine, both a desperate need and disgust at said need clear in it.
“That’s right.” Jiro no longer whispered. “The only way cocksluts like us ever deserve to cum is by serving an actual man. You’re going to spend the rest of your life soaked in cum, bouncing on his dick, all while your pathetic excuse of a cock is locked up for good. Because it’s what we were born to be.” Ibara tried to say something, he desperately, truly did, but Jiro beat him to it. “If it wasn’t, then why does it feel so good?” Ibara couldn’t answer that. It didn’t feel good, it didn’t just feel great, it felt amazing. He desperately wanted to remain true to his God, to not forsake him for mere carnal satisfaction, so why then did God decide to make his body’s first instinct be a total submission to the pleasures of the flesh? Jiro chuckled, the war in Ibara’s mind clear on his face. “You already know why it does. And I want to hear you say it.”
It took everything not to instantly break down and scream that he was an utter failure of a man who wanted more of this, but despite his best efforts Ibara couldn’t bring himself to deny it either. How could he, when he was already fighting to keep himself from cumming again while Midoriya marked his claim over him? God never gave someone more burdens then they could bear, but this was simply irresistible. ‘Please, Lord.’ Ibara prayed. ‘Why did you give me this temptation if I never could resist it? Tell me, give me a sign, anything!’ And his prayers were answered.
Opening his eyes after his desperate prayer, Ibara’s eyes landed on his bible, spilled out from his satchel, upright and spread open. He read the first passage his eyes landed on. And David took him more concubines and wives out of Jerusalem, after he was come from Hebron. And all at once, things made sense. If a righteous man like David had multiple concubines just satisfy his desires, then surly it would not be a sin if someone as Heroic as Midoriya did as well. And if Midoriya’s preferred concubine was of a different sex than usual, was that so bad? He deserved a release, no, he needed release if the passion driving him was even a portion of what Ibara felt in this moment. Helping him get it so he would be free and undistracted while he protected the public was nothing short of holy work. ‘Of course it feels so good! Only serving God’s will could ever bring such bliss!’
The notion that this was an incredibly tortured chain of reasoning born from an exhausted mind, that he was simply ascribing meaning to a random coincidence, or that God actually didn’t want him to spend his life as another man’s cumdumpster never entered Ibara’s thoughts. This was God’s will, and he was finally ready to embrace it.
“Because I’m not a man!” The sudden shout and Ibara beginning to throw it back with as much force as he could manage shocked both Midoriya and Jiro. “I’m your concubine, put on this earth so that I may take your lust! I know that now! Oh God, I know that now!” As Ibara continued to give depraved prayer’s to his Lord, Midoriya and Jiro looked at each other in mutual astonishment as their roles both dropped for a brief moment. Neither one expected Ibara to take to this as well or as zealously as he did. Still, neither was about to complain. The two shrugged, and welcomed Ibara into his new life.
“I knew you’d get it eventually.” There was a fondness – and no small amount of lust – in Jiro’s voice now. He had done it, brought the life-changing bliss of utter submission to someone who so desperately needed it. The first step in getting his master a proper harem. “And you don’t know how glad I am you do. It’s a long, hard, constant effort to please him. One I can’t do alone. One we can’t do alone.” He let the words sink into Ibara’s mind for a moment, letting the idea of helping him inspire yet more to join in their ‘unique’ form of worship take root. “But that’s something we can work on later. Right now, you just need to worry about milking that cock.”
“Yes, I…” Ibara panted as he was stretched out. “I hope my meager body pleases you! I know I may not be as adept or skilled at pleasing you as Jiro, but I-” Whatever he was about to say was lost Ibara was brought to the edge of another orgasm. With his teeth gritted and head thrown as far back as his position allowed, Ibara stained the grass with proof of his conversion.
“Don’t worry, I can tell your heart’s in it.” Midoriya comforted his new slut as he planted a foot forward for leverage and began hammering into Ibara with such force his arms gave out, landing face first into the grass. Between the wet suction of Ibara’s hole clinging to his new owner, flesh abusing flesh, and moans of such depravity that had not been heard since the time of Sodom and Gomorrah, Midoriya had to nearly shout to be heard over it. “And I don’t think it’s such a bad thing either. I’m going to enjoy pushing you more and more every day. Breaking in this ass, training your throat, molding you into the cock-worshiping slut you’re meant to be.”
He might as well have told Ibara the second coming was happening this very moment. “Thank you! A man like you deserves only the greatest of care! I promise, from the bottom of my soul, that I will serve you faithfully and fully! Until the end of days and beyond!” Half-drooled moans were muffled by the grass as Jiro turned to Midoriya.
“You know, I think he likes it.” The twink’s quip made Midoriya chuckle. “I’d say he’s earned a reward, hasn’t he?” Instead of voicing his agreement, Midoriya adjusted position, pausing just long enough to pick Shiozaki up, flip him around while keeping him impaled on his cock, and lay him out against the ground and into a mating press.
The reaction was instant with two lithe yet toned legs wrapping around Izuku’s waist. “Yes! Use me! Breed me! My body, my life belongs to you! Take me whenever you desire, I will always be willing!” No longer constrained by guilt, Ibara found something to love in every new feeling. The hot breath against his face, the grunts of exertion in his ears, the feeling of being held in place on the ground underneath Midoriya’s massive frame, the mind-liquefying bliss that was his insides being molded to better serve his new master, the intense, possessive expression on what was normally such a kind face. Every sensation he felt in that moment planted a single truth into his mind that could never be uprooted. He was born to be claimed by a man who could demolish any of his pretenses at masculinity to show him the true purpose of his existence, and he had finally found that man in Midoriya.
Not satisfied merely breaking Ibara’s mind, Izuku set to shattering it. Letting One for All trickle into his body, the speed and force with which he rutted into Ibara went from exceptional to unparalleled. Howling wordless prayers for more into the air, Ibara was rendered speechless as his brain was drowned in pleasure. Kyoku at least had some experience, even if it still paled in comparison to being taken by an utter breeding stud. Years of experimentation with dildos and his own fantasies gave him a taste of what it was like. Ibara had never even masturbated, and after being guided by Kyoku into this new life, he never would. Never could, for that matter. He had gone from celibacy to having his prostate battered so thoroughly that his climax’s melded into eachother to form an unending state of euphoria. His hand could never bring him as much pleasure as being wrapped on Midoriya’s shaft.
This was Heaven, some small part of Ibara’s mind still capable of putting one word in front of another concluded. As close to it as mere mortals could reach on earth, found in submission to another man’s cock after being guided to it by another so unlike himself, but identical in his core. Truly, the Lord worked in mysterious ways. He had thought poorly of Jiro’s from nothing more than his appearance, but here he was, helping lost souls deluded about being anything more than the servants of proper men and in need of guidance right to the man who could give it to them. It was holy work truly, the kind of work Ibara knew he could not ignore. There had to be countless others like himself, so-called men unaware of their real natures. They needed to know the contentment that only came from letting themselves be used, from kneeling down and being baptized in a shower of cum, what it felt like to be pushed to the ground and bred by this divinely blessed slab of virile cockflesh.
Ibara needed to bring them to Midoriya, for Ibara had already given him everything he could give and he still deserved more.
“Ko-ko-mo-o-o-o-ri…” The boy slurred out, voice staggered with each impact of Midoriya’s hips on his own. As he spoke, the other two shared a glance at the mention of the quiet, mushroom loving, aspiring male idol of 1-B.
Midoriya slowed to a pace where his hips no longer blurred while Jiro asked, “Hmm? What about him?”
“He… he’s a kind soul, but-” Shiozaki moaned, just the thought of helping his classmate find his true calling to life as Midoriya’s concubine making him clench on the man in question. “He’s timid. Soft spoken. Weak. He… he-”
“Is exactly the kind of failure of a man that needs a proper, big-dicked, breeding stud in his life?” Jiro supplied for him.
“Yes! He needs to be guided to his true purpose, like you have done for me! And I know he will serve you as fervently as I will!”
Grinning to himself, Jiro leaned closer to Shiozaki. “Look at you. First time getting speared by this bitch-maker, and you’re already looking to turn your class into cock sluts for your new master. We are going to get along so well.” This was going even better than Jiro could have ever imagined. Before long, he’d have gathered an entire harem for his owner, every one of them caged, emasculated, and utterly devoted to Izuku. The thought made his own tiny cocklette twitch, straining in it’s cage. After a silent thanks to whatever was looking out for him for this to all come together so neatly, he turned to Midoriya. “How do you like the sound of that? Turning that shy little wall flower into cum-addicted, ball-gargling, cock-hungry slut.”
“I won’t say no to another hole to fuck.” He grunted, speaking louder to be heard over the sound of flesh-on-flesh as he picked up the pace once more. “Could use him like a living onahole, too. Just lift him with one hand and fill him up” Jiro and Ibara both flushed at the image. “But one thing at a time. Right now, I want to focus on breaking in my new slut.”
“I don’t think there’s anything left to break.” Midoriya’s first slut said, watching as Ibara offered praise and words of devotion in between gasps as his breath was fucked out of him along with whatever dregs of masculinity were left, face contorted in rapturous bliss all the while. “Right now, what he needs is some training.” Jiro could see the approaching signs of exhaustion in his new cohort, the sagging in his limbs as they slowly ceased clinging to the man above him, the lose of focus in his eyes as they glazed over, the panting that went beyond lust and into attempts to catch his breath that were never enough. This wouldn’t do, collapsing after less than half an hour, only taking a single load in either hole. Still, what could he expect from someone that was a complete stranger to this life just this morning. It wasn’t as if Ibara lacked for enthusiasm, that was key. With it, the right teacher by his side, and long, sweaty, intimate “lessons” every day, he would catch up soon.
“C-cum inside, please!” Shiozaki moaned. “I want to feel your warmth grace me!” And it seemed like he would be getting an important lesson already.
A scarred hand wrapped around Ibara’s throat. Not quite firm enough to actually choke, but more than enough for discomfort to set it. “You don’t get a say in it, slut!”
“Bu…” Ibara rasped out, eyes wide in shock. “But… I have to return to my dorm after-”
“So?” Midoriya cut him off. “If I want to stain your guts white, I will! If I want to plaster you in my cum and have you walk across the grounds, then you better be grateful for the chance to show who owns you! You exist to serve me, to take my cock how I want, when I want, and nothing more!” Kyoku bit his lip as he listened. For as critical as he was of Ibara’s stamina a moment ago, he couldn’t help but hope it failed him soon. When Midoriya got like this, overtaken with not just a desire to fuck, but to breed, control, and utterly dominate his partner… there was just simply nothing else like it. “You’re a failure of a man. Started fantasizing about taking a real cock the second you saw one, let yourself be bent over and fucked into the ground, begged for me to breed you, and somehow you got the idea you could ever demand anything of me?”
“I-I’m sorry! You’re right!” Shiozaki begged. “Of course you are! I am but a foolish, ignorant whore in need of, *mfh*, in need of correction! Whatever you decide to use me for, I will gladly accept it!”
“Convince me then!” Midoriya’s hips became a blur, emerald light filling the glade as he battered and abused Ibara’s prostate like a beast possessed. “Who were you meant to serve?”
“Y-you!” The boy underneath him faltered as the frantic pace brought him to the edge of his greatest climax yet.
“Who’s cock do you worship?”
“You!”
“Who owns you?
“YOU!” As Ibara cried out, Midoriya pulled himself free entirely before thrusting forward again, grinding his shaft against Ibara’s stomach and releasing a flood of cum to baptize his new slut, staining his chest, making his face, and soaking into the very roots of his hair. Trapped underneath the slab of cockflesh that dwarfed his own member entirely, the friction on Shiozaki’s tiny member broke the damn that held back his own orgasm. Much like his cock, his load was nothing compared to Midoriya’s. Weak, watery, and utterly insignificant. Just another point of proof that his place in life was meant to be underneath someone else, spent in service to someone better. Bigger. Someone actually worthy of being called a man.
As exhaustion creeped in on the sides of Ibara’s vision, he gave one final prayer of thanks that he had finally found that man, and now his real service could begin.
Izuku leaned back as he caught his breath. Contrary to what he had expected, the satisfaction that came from sating that carnal desire to breed had yet to grow stale despite the many, many times he and Jiro had gone at it. If anything, the more he fed into the persona he first put on for Kyoku the more the desire grew. He might have been somewhat concerned with what that said about himself and his tastes when it came to sex, but it felt good for him and Jiro certainly wasn’t complaining, so he didn’t spare it the thought. ‘Although, I guess he’s not the only one that likes it now.’ Looking down at the passed out form of Ibara underneath him, Midoriya knew some real questions needed to be asked.
“Mmm, god that was so fucking hot.” Jiro breathed out into his ear. “I hope you’ve still got that kind of energy for me. Watching you breed the little bible thumper hard enough to make him start worshiping your cock was better than I ever could have imagined.”
“Sure, just… later. Once we actually get back to our rooms. We’ve been lucky not to get caught so far.” Pouting, Jiro nevertheless didn’t protest. Despite his brain surrendering control to his dick long ago, even he knew they were pushing their luck by now. “But first… what is this?” Midoriya asked while stowing his cock away.
“What do you mean?”
“This. Banging Ibara, that part about getting Komori in as well. Was that just dirty talk? Is this just some fling because it was hot in the moment? Or is this like… an open relationship or something now?”
Oh, that.” Jiro smirked, as if he could have meant anything else. “First of all, when it comes to our public life, I’m dating you, and no one else. But privately…” He gave a fond smile to where Ibara slept, “I meant every damn word. I’m going to get you a harem of effeminate little ‘men’ just one good fucking away from throwing their old lives away and and turn them into cock-hungry, cum-addicted sluts kneeling in front of you, begging to be bred. Every single one of them that can be found in this school and as many out of it as it takes to satisfy you.”
“This again…” Midoriya sighed. “Kyo, you know I don’t care if you can’t ‘fully please me’ or whatever. If I had a problem with it, I’d have said something by now.”
“Come on, Green. You should know me better.” Both of his jacks wrapped around Midoriya’s neck as he leaned in. “I want to do this.”
“Are you sure?” The verdanette asked. “This isn’t just some spur of the moment thing? I don’t want to accidentally make you feel jealous, or like I’m ignoring you, or-”
“Trust me, I’ve thought this through. What else can you give when you’ve given up your whole life? Someone else’s. And besides, we both know you couldn’t replace me. Who else would keep all those sluts in line?”
“True.” Midoriya chuckled, worries beginning to fade with Jiro’s reassurance. “Getting them able to take a dick properly, showing them how to doll themselves up, reminding them the only way they’ll ever get to cum again is making *me* cum. I don’t think I could trust anyone else to do it.”
“Glad we both agree then. Tomorrow is going to be fun for sure.” And ever day after, Jiro thought to himself. “But first…”
“What are you doing?” Midoriya tilted his head in confusion as he began rumaging through Ibara’s statchel.
“Looking for his phone. I need to send him a few… instructions. Make sure he’s ready for tomorrow. Aha!” The punk fished it out before long, thankful Ibara didn’t even bother with a password. Shiozaki would need one in the future, keep people from stumbling across the ‘training material’ he would be getting now.
“I could have just told you myself.” As he mumbled under his breath Midoriya moved Ibara into a more comfortable position than spread out against the ground, placing the boy’s back against the tree trunk and placing his satchel against his chest to cover up the worst of the stains. If anyone came by, it would just look like he had taken advantage of the cultivated serenity for a nap. So long as they didn’t look too close at least. Or caught the thick stench of cum in the air.
“Eh.” Jiro shrugged, saving Ibara’s number in his phone and typing out a message. “Alright! Now then, if don’t want to keep things going out here, then we better get back to the dorms quick. I think I could use a few ‘practical examples’ of what Ibara should be expecting.”
“In a bit, but we really should wait for Shiozaki to-” Looking over to Jiro, he felt his resistance wilt and his dick take over. He would be fine, surely “Fuck it, let’s just cut through the garden.”
Ibara awoke slowly, the soreness permeating his body ebbing him awake in gradual waves. The fact he was outside with his back against what felt like a tree came to him first, but that wasn’t all too odd. He had taken the chance for a brief respite in the garden before, and likely would do so again. Exhaustion tried to pull him away from the waking world, but Ibara’s slowly rousing senses kept him from slipping back into sleep’s hold. There was some sort of odd smell that invaded his nose, pungent and invasive, but somehow alluring. He could feel a similar taste in every corner of his mouth, which might have something to do with how sore his jaw felt. Which was nothing compared to the soreness in his-
Jolting awake, the events of the day came flooding back to him. Glancing around for any sign of Midoriya or Jiro, he found he was alone. Were it not for the stains covering his clothes and face, he might have thought the whole thing a dream. But it wasn’t, and even if it was, he couldn’t just ignore it when a revelation granted to him so clearly. Moving to push himself up to his feet Ibara found that his phone had been taken from his bag and placed in his hand. Checking the time to see it wasn’t as late in the day as he feared, his focus was drawn to a message from a number he did not have saved but knew at once who it was. It’s contents told him enough about who sent it.
Once you wake up, go to this store, buy a chastity cage, and put it on. Come to Midoriya’s dorm after class tomorrow and bring the key. Get plenty of rest. You’re going to need it.
As his heart began to beat with a renewed intensity, Ibara checked the address sent to him and saw to his lack of surprise it was a sex shop. Normally, the thought of entering such a place would have been unthinkable… but with his new perspective he could see the dual purpose behind the order. Eliminate a source of temptation that might distract him from serving his new master, and show exactly why a ‘man’ like him was only fit to serve to begin with.
With vigor born of sheer zealotry Ibara leaped to his feet, only pausing as he felt the stiffness in his clothes where Midoriya’s cum had since dried. He needed a shower, a long one, but there was not a chance he could get back to the dorms without someone seeing him in this state. He was nearby where the gardening club kept their supplies though. Plan forming in his mind – wash off his face and the worst of the stains on his clothes with a hose, explain he had an accident while tending to the plants, and retreat to his room before anyone could ask too many questions – Ibara was already fantasizing about tomorrow. This was just a brief taste of what was to come, and already he needed more